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Jul 2014
flowers he brings,
she opens the door,
parallel feelings fill the room where she sleeps,
both minds filled with fantasies,
she hesitates,
he kneels,
soaked petals paint the pale bedroom floor,
white it was, red it is.
Written by
Nae  UK
(UK)   
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